Chapter 427: Babysitting and Bambi

Desi was a whole different person, and her dad would find that out sooner rather than later. She and I had talked about it, and even as horny as she has been with her medicines adjusted now, Desi wouldn’t screw her father. It was one of those catastrophic things that would cause a significant mental break for her.

Bambi was having a hard time with the driving school requirements, so I stayed here with her to offer moral support. I ended up taking the stubborn kids that said something wasn’t possible and then showing them that it was. After they saw it was possible, we swapped seats, and I helped them learn what they were doing wrong, except for Bambi. I was too much of a distraction for her.

“If I thought I could afford you, David, I would hire you in an instant. Boys or girls, you are a natural at helping them see they need to unlearn bad habits and learn the correct way to do what we are trying to teach. It does help that you are not an employee because, in some cases, there is no way my insurance company would allow us to have an instructor driving a student around a course to show them it isn’t impossible,” the owner told me. “I do know that the kids you helped will remember you assisting them. Even the most stuck-up, little shit spending daddy’s or mommy’s money picked up enough from the others to know you were doing it because you wanted to help them. You weren’t paid to help them and didn’t need the money. So, few of these kids ever get anyone who isn’t doing something for them because it is their responsibility or they are paid to do so, as I’m sure some have told you.”

“I’m amazed that the kids take you saying no to sex with them means no. That in itself tells me that they respect you a lot more than most of the people in their lives,” the woman that ran the kid school came to say.

She then explained, “The kids get it, but the father of one of them doesn’t. He has come down here to do all he can to have you work to train his staff to do what we do here at the school. It seems that no cost would be too high. He is the CEO of multiple retail chains and name brand hotel franchises around the world. I called Molly, who told me that if someone like this popped up to have her do some checking before I got you involved. It is good I did because he may be the CEO, you own each of the corporations. He has no idea who you are either. I doubt he bothered to check. This man has that feel of arrogance to him. If you want to suffer him, come on along with me. Let him take the lead and dig his pit.”

That sounds like fun.

“Harvey Ballwanger,” a guy dressed like someone who wanted you to think they were a great golfer and didn’t even know a driver from a putter. “My daughter adores you. She told me all about how you patiently helped her correct the problems causing the most difficulty. I spoke to the women here, and she said that I wouldn’t be able to afford your services, but I believe she is grossly mistaken.”

He went into how he was the CEO and chairman of the boards for all these different places. If I wanted a million dollars a year, I could have it, no problem. He kept upping the deal. At one point, he said he would even make it so that if I wanted to return his daughter’s lust for me, I could step away for a bit, on the clock, to fuck her silly until I got mine.

This guy won’t get that I’m not interested. Where is the used car salesman in him?

“So, what will it take to get you to come work for me?” he asked.

I let him sweat it a few minutes before I said, “Harvey, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. I’m David Jones, maybe you have heard of me.”

“Can’t say that your name rings a bell,” he replied in all honesty.

“Odd. Now you are making me question if you are the right man for the job,” I told him. “I own all of the corporations where you are the CEO and chairman of the board. I don’t expect you to believe me. Call the home office and check for yourself. I’m waiting on my neighbor to complete her performance driving school requirements, and she is having a bit of a challenge.”

Of all the things that came out of Darren’s wealth coming to me, watching these people have an eighteen-year-old tell them what I did, and they will always assume you are full of shit.

Still not giving up, Harvey said, “As the owner of the corporations, it would directly benefit your bottom line to have these employees trained to drive better.”

“Harvey,” I said, interrupting him. “Get me a list of the drivers. With the ten percent that I earn each week from these corporations, I can easily cover the costs for the school. I came here at fifteen, and it has more than once saved me from a bad accident. You are right that it will benefit the bottom line because it shows the employees that we care enough about their safety to invest tens-of-thousands of dollars into each one of them. Before you even get started, yes, I know that as soon as they get trained, they could leave the job and work somewhere else. Let them. I haven’t had to hire people yet, but I know that if I am looking at candidates and see that they have certifications from the high-performance driving school, I’m going to ask how they got it. I know that it means my insurance for that prospective employee will be cheaper, thus a small win for me. But then there is the question of how long I would retain that employee if someone else paid to train them, and then they quit. Even more important, to me at least, is would I ever be able to trust them?”

“We can’t retain who we have in many cases, long-term anyway. It is the nature of the business,” he explained.

I smiled as I said, “That is simple. Pay the staff twice what the staff can earn anywhere else doing the same job with the same experience level after completing the school successfully. We make people come to us to show they want to come to give us their very best every day. Those that don’t find somewhere else to work. When I doubled the hourly wages for the hotel staff, people dedicated to working their asses off and doing the best job possible began coming to work for me. Those that did a crappy job get sent packing. I am in the process of getting where the wait staff makes ten dollars an hour plus tip. The other people working there also got a bump up in their hourly wages. I don’t make anyone stay, but I am seeing that the ones that excel at their jobs are getting the others to step up or request the slackers go work elsewhere.”

He shook his head and, after a few minutes, said, “I don’t know how a high school kid can have such knowledge of business, but what I hear sounds like it comes from someone many decades older than I.”

I explained that I hadn’t been in high school since I graduated from five different schools simultaneously, including masters and PhDs. All this was before Darren died. These were things I heard being a bike messenger and when listening to my parents talking over the years.

He moved over a bit closer and said softly, “I’m impressed to find that you are not a trust fund baby or some entitled little prickling coming in to tell me what to do. You also put my old arrogant ass in my place.”

I went back out on the track to help for the rest of the day. At night I headed over to play pit cars at the adult track.

While I waited for Bambi to pass the teen performance driving school certifications, I went to the amusement park with the companions who were not working at the time. Speaking multiple languages and having everything charged to my room let me pay for everything without the kids noticing. Yuki did give me a hard time about spoiling her kids. She said they were all having a blast. It was something that these kids would remember for the rest of their lives. They have had so few opportunities to be “off-the-clock” and just be the kids that they are.

I enjoyed the hell out of just kicking back.

I just realized that I hadn’t been laid in over a week. Do I need to do something about that or just enjoy getting to sleep alone from time to time?

I have to quit thinking about things like that. It always gets me in trouble.

“You’re David, right?” a teenaged kid from the amusement park asked as he raced up to where I was watching Bambi trying to deal with parts of a course. She just wasn’t getting it down yet.

I nodded, so he said, “We need you at the amusement park. We have a guest that my boss said to tell you is having a meltdown, whatever that means. The kid got over a fence and climbed up one of the roller coasters. Anyone comes near them, moving toward one of the power boxes or up onto the ride. Unless the kid comes out on their own, one slight move can drop them to the ground or fry them. Cops, paramedics, and even their parents can’t get them to come down.”

“Come on, let me see if I can have some more success,” I told the kid.

Once they caught their breath and stood up, I saw that it was a petite teenager, all of whom have to be eighteen or older to work the park. She was in excellent physical shape, though. The run had worn her down, which told me it was toward the back of the park where the kid was melting down.

I turned to the woman and said, “Get on my back and hold on. You won’t slow me down, and we need to get there fast. I don’t know where I’m going. We don’t have time to wait while you catch your breath to run back, and it is uphill most of the way. My hands are likely to reach back to hold your butt so that I can push you against me for speed.”

As I squatted down and she got on my back, I heard her say that she would like it better with me holding her bare butt from the front as my dick pounded her pussy while we ran.

Well, she is wearing shorts and a t-shirt that would come almost to her knees when not tucked into her shorts.

I ran off toward a trail because she said, “It is a mile longer around, but dodges all of the crowds, lines, and other ways they designed to string people out when waiting on a ride. We have around five miles to run.”

“Hop off my back, then,” I told her. “I heard what you said when you were getting on my back. The trail is covered, and I have a nine-inch-long dick. If you were serious, pull off your shorts and panties so we can get back to the main reason you came to get me.”

“Seriously? Do you want to put your dick in me? I mean, it isn’t easy to tell that I’m from black parents, but none of the non-black guys will even talk to me about taking a break together, much less anything that might be a date. I’ve found a few jacking off, and I know they are straight. I offered them my pussy instead of them jacking off. They turned me down. The black guys have all the white cunt they can fuck, so they ignore the black girls too,” she said, as she put her panties into her short’s pocket, and then those she shoved into my pocket.

I got my shorts pulled up in a way that got my dick free, so I could run and not rub it raw. She was wet and more than ready to go, so we worked my dick as far inside her as she could get, her arms and legs went around my body, and my hands on her butt. I used her to jack off my dick as I ran hard, but not hard enough to make it impossible for us to have run that far in so short a time. The woman didn’t notice how fast I was running much after coming before we had run a mile. At the gate, I kept sliding her up and down on my dick until I was going to cum, then I lifted her up and well away from my load of dead swimmers.

“You could have done that inside me. I like how it feels when it happens,” the woman told me, looking down.

I lifted her chin, kissed her, and said, “I like how it feels, too. It also happens to make a mess when any guy does it. I’ve been told I cum a lot more than most guys. Pussy juice dries mostly clear, cum doesn’t and gets crusty. I didn’t want you to have crusty panties or a gooey wet spot in your shorts. We both got ours, and there is no mess to worry about.”

She dreamily stroked my dick and sighed, “Yeah. The best fuck in my life. I don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant. Maybe you were just tapping some tight black pussy and are lying about the rest, but it doesn’t matter enough for me to care.”

The woman had me hard again and was slotting me up so I could fuck her until I dumped a load into her when I heard the kid she brought me here to see if I could help screamed out. I knew that scream.

“Maybe later we can continue, but that kid needs me to at least try to talk them down,” I told her as I held her panties out for her to step into. I did the same for her shorts before we headed into the park to get to the kid.

Yep. That kid is in total meltdown, belligerent, completely off in their own world mode.

No one showed me the stairs to get to the kid, and I didn’t get to because I took a running jump to reach the top of a ladder cage. It let me get onto the ladder that led up to an area on the other side of the kid. Moving quickly, I got around to see the kid, moved up silently behind them, got an arm up between their legs, and lifted them. My other arm pulled them against me to hold them in place tightly enough that they realized there was no way they were getting loose.

Did they just cum when I got my arm between their legs? That feels like a lot more moisture than from sweat.

“Before you take me down, can you reach under my shirts and touch my boobs? I want to see how it feels. I’ve never felt like I needed someone to feel them, but now I do,” she asked me.

That is no pair of little a-cups that I was expecting. Depending on the bra maker, this girl has to be at least a c-cup, maybe almost a d-cup.